Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Whodini,
10cc,
Hoover,
cv313,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.